Flipping through my little black book, looking at entries i wrote while away from the computer and net access some time ago. Time to add them here, where they will be with our writings.
Some are dated, some ain't, but doesn't really matter, does it?
Afraid
Maybe i am afraid,
afraid of being something too big
that i'll lose myself,
the core of my existence.
Maybe i am afraid,
afraid of being the weak
and that i have to
face the strong.
Maybe i am afraid,
afraid of failing
and the pain i foresee
to be brought upon me.
Maybe i am afraid
afraid of losing myself
to something great
and parting from you.
I am. Rather afraid.
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